Today's Workout: Fusion class (it hurt so good). Taught Pilate's/Trim and Tone/Abs classes today. I think that should count too, and since I'm the boss of this blog, it does.
Remember that show from the 80's that was on PBS called Today's Special? It was about some mannequins that came to life in a department store after it closed at night. Also there were puppets, which is fine, but I never really understood shows that have puppets and real life actors, just very confusing. I'm confident I'm not the only one with this strong of opinions on vintage children's television. It was supposed to be magical and fun and inspire imagination, but in retrospect it was very frightening...not special at all, actually. How scary would it be if mannequins came to life and just rode the escalator and tried on clothes while everyone was sleeping? I mean that's the stuff horror stories are made of. Man, what were they thinking over there at PBS?
I wish I had never remembered that show. Hope I can sleep tonight. For real.
(I was going to post a picture of said mannequins, but just looking at it makes me want to cry.)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Brooke Burke would never...
6 miles-TM. Rough stuff, people.
Today's run (if you can call it that) was totally my fault. I didn't fuel myself well yesterday and I had zero energy. I know better. I've been trying to listen to my body and only eat when I'm hungry, but clearly I need a little more to sustain myself if I'm going to become Brooke Burke in the next few months. Clearly.
(fyi: Brooke Burke has had 5 babies and her body is un. be. lievable.)
Anywhoo...here's what I ate yesterday, and here is what you should not eat if you intend to run well the next morning at 5:15 am.
7:00: coffee and 2 pieces of cinnamon raisin Ezekiel bread
10:00 Pure Protien chocolate protien bar
12:00 apple w/peanut butter
5:00 baked tilapia filets (2), salad with hard boiled egg whites, cherry tomatos, and light italian dressing
7:00 1 cup cheerios with skim milk
Lots o'water.
Not enough. So, let's not do that again, ok? I probably averaged 10 minute miles with all the walk breaks I threw in there.
The chick on the treadmill next to me was totally winning. Don't pretend like you don't race people at the gym because I know you do. Wait, you don't? Me either.
Today's run (if you can call it that) was totally my fault. I didn't fuel myself well yesterday and I had zero energy. I know better. I've been trying to listen to my body and only eat when I'm hungry, but clearly I need a little more to sustain myself if I'm going to become Brooke Burke in the next few months. Clearly.
(fyi: Brooke Burke has had 5 babies and her body is un. be. lievable.)
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7:00: coffee and 2 pieces of cinnamon raisin Ezekiel bread
10:00 Pure Protien chocolate protien bar
12:00 apple w/peanut butter
5:00 baked tilapia filets (2), salad with hard boiled egg whites, cherry tomatos, and light italian dressing
7:00 1 cup cheerios with skim milk
Lots o'water.
Not enough. So, let's not do that again, ok? I probably averaged 10 minute miles with all the walk breaks I threw in there.
The chick on the treadmill next to me was totally winning. Don't pretend like you don't race people at the gym because I know you do. Wait, you don't? Me either.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Today's Workout. And stuff
I did a Fusion 'bikini bootcamp' class today. One hour of kickboxing mixed with pure barre/Tracy Anderson method, with a dash of pure painful sweatfest. Awesome.
So I am contemplating quitting my job to stay home with my little lovey boys. HMcHH is totally supportive of it, but as most working moms probably feel...I'm a little frightened of losing all of what makes me, "me".
I'm one of the lucky few people in the world who does what they love, who believes in it, and who probably (probably) would do it for free. No dollahs. I have seen people's lives transform, confidence be found where insecurity once only existed, and lets be honest here, I'm a little bossy. I like the outlet, ok?
When I'm home with my boys, I feel like it's where I should be. We all cuddle up and take naps together, we take walks, we read and color. I know these days won't last very long. Soon they won't need me as much, or want me as much. I don't want to miss a second.
So I am contemplating quitting my job to stay home with my little lovey boys. HMcHH is totally supportive of it, but as most working moms probably feel...I'm a little frightened of losing all of what makes me, "me".
I'm one of the lucky few people in the world who does what they love, who believes in it, and who probably (probably) would do it for free. No dollahs. I have seen people's lives transform, confidence be found where insecurity once only existed, and lets be honest here, I'm a little bossy. I like the outlet, ok?
When I'm home with my boys, I feel like it's where I should be. We all cuddle up and take naps together, we take walks, we read and color. I know these days won't last very long. Soon they won't need me as much, or want me as much. I don't want to miss a second.
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| R and B...besties. |
Monday, June 27, 2011
Today's Workout
4 miles-intervals on TM. 10 min stairclimber just for fun. Fusion class that made me want to cry and throw up but I couldn't do either because the instructor was right next to me. Lesson learned.
Such is life.
The irony of wine on the deck and a missed long run does not escape me as I prepare my clients workouts for the week. Darn you and your delicious woody sweetness, pinot...
Hiya
Sometimes I run a lot. Sometimes I run just a little. I love it and I hate it. I never follow any sort of training schedule, there are no tempo runs or fartleks in my world. I just do it. This is how you don't train for a marathon. This right here, people. I've run a million 5 and 10K's and 4 half marathons, so this will be the first full big M for me.
I run to decompress, to make the crazy girl in my head shut it or at least become a whisper, and to feel good. I love the breeze, the sunshine, the trees, the rhythm as my feet hit the ground. I even love the achy exhaustion that comes at the end of a hard run, the catching of my breath in my chest, and the unique feeling that my body was meant to do this and to be this alive.
When I try to regiment myself too much, I start to hate running. I mope around until I get it done, I set my expectations too high and feel defeated if I don't do what I think I should do.
In the past I've struggled with balance, I'm hoping to find it, in running and in life.
I run to decompress, to make the crazy girl in my head shut it or at least become a whisper, and to feel good. I love the breeze, the sunshine, the trees, the rhythm as my feet hit the ground. I even love the achy exhaustion that comes at the end of a hard run, the catching of my breath in my chest, and the unique feeling that my body was meant to do this and to be this alive.
When I try to regiment myself too much, I start to hate running. I mope around until I get it done, I set my expectations too high and feel defeated if I don't do what I think I should do.
In the past I've struggled with balance, I'm hoping to find it, in running and in life.
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